EXPERIENCES OF THE TRAIL AND OTHERWISE, Page #0475

trouble, we did not
fire at them, but doubled our guards to protect against an attack from the rear.

Our next camp was at Paint Cave. One night we sent our mules and horses out to
grass with two guards in charge. Indians crept up and tried to scare the
animals. One of the guards, finding that something was not right, gave the
alarm, and the fireworks started. We fired some thirty or forty shots, and one
of the guards claimed he got an Indian. This Painted Cave is worth a trip to
see. It is a big opening under a protruding boulder, large

enough for ten men to ride into on horseback at one time. Its inner
walls are decorated with Indian paintings of wild animals, lions, tigers,
buffaloes, etc., and all the sign language on the walls— some of
which we would not understand if they were played on a phonograph. Besides this
it contains the autographs of some of the pioneers carved in the rock, whose
carvers have long since started on the "long trail." I was told by a friend of
mine the other day, who had been there lately, that he ran across my name,
carved there at that time— forty years ago.